Even though I have all those weaving kits piling up in the craft room, I decided to go rogue once again and design my own Valentine's Day towels for February. I had a lot of red and white leftover from Christmas so why not? I ordered some pink to go with what I had and set to work warping a pretty checked pattern I found on Pinterest.
The problem is (and isn't there always one) that I still can't estimate how much cotton it takes to make a couple of simple dishtowels. Once again, I have half a warp done and I'm waiting for the rest of the cotton to show up in the mail. And Once again, I've paid as much for shipping as I have for the materials because I was too cheap to spring for the bigger cones in the first place.
Daughter and her hockey playing hubby are off to a tournament this weekend in Lake Placid, the lucky ducks. I'm at her house kitty sitting and commuting back and forth to the outdoor rinks to teach my LTS classes.
I've packed some of my mindless projects to keep me busy in the down times. All the new sock projects are proceeding nicely.
My Very Warm Hat is almost ready for the big adventure of picking up and knitting that second hat onto the first for the lining. I'm not going to mirror the colorwork as so many do because that would make it too thick and that would be too warm for these parts. We can't get a good blizzard going around here even when it's aimed right at us. Juno, I'm talking to you.
Yesterday I was having a bad day-a very bad day. Everything was going wrong from the minor (dead laptop) to the major (95 year old MIL in hospital) and things in between (cat abscess). Daddio also had a dreaded late afternoon doctor's appointment so I was rushing about when I dropped a giant container of his favorite bean soup all over the floor. At the very moment that I was looking at the mess in disbelief, The Mister came in with a package.
Blog friend elns had sent me a big surprise. Inside were seriously fabulous bandaids...
...and things for pampering.
The biggest surprise of all was this precious Felici. Who could part with this hard to find, now discontinued favorite? I have no words.....
As for Daddio's doctor's appointment, I took Olaf along for the ride. I do a lot of knitting in the waiting room and it was fun to look down and see him smiling back. It made all the difference.
My new cocktail obsession is Pimm's with ginger ale or cherry seven up. I cram a small glass full of whatever frozen fruit I have on hand in place of ice cubes and it's a glass of heaven while it lasts.
I eat bags and bags of chopped salads. They come in lots of varieties and I love them all stuffed in a pita. I firmly believe all this salad I'm putting away balances out all the fruitcake I'm still eating, right? I have to confess that I just made four more little fruitcakes in order not to waste all the leftover ingredients I had cluttering up the cabinets.
Where have you been all my life? Ice cream and I are not on speaking terms anymore so a bowl of this when the bedtime munchies hit is perfect. Just perfect.
The Mister gave me a Shark for Christmas and it's my new best friend. It really eats up the cat hair. I can actually sit on my couch again and knit without having an asthma attack. I used go through a bottle of Benedryl a week.
Last but not least, I gave myself a new mini crockpot for Christmas. The old one was too big for just the two of us. This one holds 2 quarts and it's just perfect for two nights of whatever is in it. Right now it's lentil soup. I'm all about small these days even though The Mister gave it a serious eye roll when he saw me making chili in it. In spite of it's small size, he had enough for three dinners. Three. Someone's eyes are bigger than their tummy....
Do you know how everyone always says to read through a pattern before you begin? I"m sorry to say that I never do. I am sorrier to say that it finally caught up with me.
This is my Galliano vest-with THREE BALLS OF YARN ATTACHED. Yes, you read that right. THREE BALLS OF YARN. You divide the fronts and the back and work them on either side of the bound off arm opening AT THE SAME TIME. Those are the four most hated words in all of knittingdom. AT THE SAME TIME. I HATE doing things AT THE SAME TIME. Two things is bad. Three things is a horror.
I know I could have adjusted the pattern and worked each side separately but that felt like cheating and I'm sure I would be punished for it in the end. I know, that's crazy talk but right now this whole thing is crazy. The tangle factor alone is enough to drive you mad. I've got to keep all those balls in control or I can't even get the project out of the bag without a major disaster- and I've got no one to blame but me.
It is destined to join these other BFL buddies one day in a colorwork project I've had in mind for a long time. I've got skeins and skeins of crazy multicolored handspun that's good for smallish projects but what I want to make now is something big. I want an important Fair Isle thing that I spun. Yep. What that will be. I have no idea. I'm working on it.
I have more of the overdyed green BFL in the stash to spin in case I run out-which you know I will. I'll also be looking out for more colors to add to the stash at this year's MDSW. If I can't find any, I just may have to consider buying more of the natural color and getting out the dye pots which would sound like fun if the potential for disaster wasn't so high. Me and dye....we have a history. It's best left to the experts.